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Katarina watches silently from the shadows as the members of the Lycan's Den go about their every day lives. She spots the leader John Doe and pulls one of her sparkly glitter bombs from the bag at her hip. She levitates it into the air and sends it flying towards the werewolf at a blurring speed. A giggle escapes her lips as she watches it splatter all over his face. "You're so sparkly you could pass for another member of the Cullen family...You could be Emmetts twin"

Drake shifts into a black wolf with midnight blue eyes. He sneaks silently and cautiously through the woods to the Lycan's Den He finds the window to the Doe's room He sits on his haunches and he howls happily in the moonlight. He sings John Doe has nothing on Sam Black. John Doe invented the first Lycan. Aroooo! I hate fleas! Aroooo!" Drake scampers through the Lycan's Den bar and hops up on the bar counter and orders "Free Booze for all!" He jumps through the window before being caught.

Ah, but suppose every dead man is on his back in the grave, that would indeed put you under And behind him, would it not? Unless we are to take the metaphorical context then yes, you would be correct. Maybe you are simply everywhere at once...I mean you are The John Doe. It's possible.

Mackenzie is lost. Lost on Den property. Honestly, how do these people even know where they are going when there is nothing but trees and snow and trees and more snow? But as luck would have it, she spots the big man up head and calls out, "John! Where the hell is the bar?!"

"And behold! John created Denny's so the angels could go forth with their sixty four foot wingspan to serve (moons over my hammy) those in need." Valentin 06:66*closes the Gospel according to Valentin**smiles* So what really happened in Georgia...the one with Cyrillic letters.

Reads fact and makes mental note to henceforth only steal's from Mr. Doe's woman, as surely the result of his peer pressure leaves his wife's purse full of shiny things. Also notes to never be too close to his presence when near any wooden pointy objects, churches, or bonfires due to his excessive skill at pressuring peers.

*pinches* I love you, John... but the unexpected and interesting thing and I will be disappearing as long as he knows where we live. Russians, money, paintings... I gotta get out of here. *squints up at her husband* And the basement is for dates, not for friends. *runs*

*mutters into his chest* Well, see... what had happened was, Valentin wanted cake but apparently cake is not what he wanted and then he tricked me by saying he didn't know where we lived because I wanted him to come get that cake for me since you tend to keep the cake from me and then I got confused because he said his cake his for Livia and so I figured it out, that it wasn't cake. And so I said he couldn't have it because she was with me and he didn't know where I lived and HE LIED! *takes a deep breath* So.. no he's coming for Livia.

Wha? Erm.. no. I mean, the stench probably is gross but, now all I want is a steak. We live with a vegan. A sheepish grin fell across her face. Shrugging her shoulders, Addie fell back on the bed laughing. At least with your trailer, I'm not kept up by your entertainment...

I... have nothing. Just...eww. Staring blankly, she eased towards her room to lock...Oh, she can't. Hanging her head, she just leaves the door open. She really needed a new door and locks; something sturdier. That a giant couldn't break down. Sulking she sets the cake down on her dresser, and plops down on her bed and yells. I don't even want this stupid cake anymore...

I'm ignoring that comment...for now, and I'm not eating this all by myself.. Giving him one last glare, she stomps away yelling behind her. If you don't help eat it, whatever is left will be put in your trailer to rot. Have fun tolerating that stench while you're playing with your...entertainment.

A single brow arched and laughter followed it, at least he was easy to please. Now, if she could get her cake back without having to gut check him, they would both be happy. "How about...we share the cake now and kill things later? Much later. Compromise?"

”You eat all that cake…you will not get cherry pie.” A pout began to blossom but was cut short by the impish thought running through the wolfess’ mind. Reaching out and patting his abs; her dimples flashed as she smiled brightly. ”Go ahead and eat it all. A few pounds gained might save me from having to kill…things."

Stopping and pulling her arm from his, Addie turned with a crimson flush to glare at the overbearing jerk of a man that he was. Though, at his wiggling eyebrows, it took all that she had to not laugh at the crass innuendo. The comment about her ass though…couldn’t be forgiven. A sweet smile spread across her heart-shaped visage as her free hand dug into the cake to pull away a large chunk that she promptly tossed in his face. Licking the remnants of chocolate from her fingers, a smirk pasted on her face; she edged away from him prepared to run. ”There…calorie intake reduced. Happy?”

John... You broke into a bakery, did it not cross your mind to get a pie? Laughter danced from a smiling mouth, she would happily eat all the cake he provided her. Though, she could have done without his last comment. It's strange that you worry more about my calorie intake than I do...

Grinning while her fingers make 'gimme' movements til the platter is safely within her grasp; she really did love cake. And the fact that he broke into a bakery to steal her one, well it certainly made her think twice about running off and eating the cake alone. Smaller digits wrapped around the crook of his elbow, to drag him with her. A bit like moving a mountain. My hero... share with me?

"I'm sure you have and I'm sure as time passes I'll have called you all of them, at least once." A cheeky grin pasted on her heart-shaped visage before slowly sinking into a scowl. "Great, now I'm hungry..."

"Why would you need a cheese grater? Blinking rapidly at his comment; her skin took on a lovely shade of crimson. "Stop saying things like that! I can't think straight and it's quite frustrating. You're shameless, you know that?"

Her face deadpanned. I'm going home. And you're not invited. Thinks for a moment before a smirk pulled across her features. Although, that is a very thoughtful gift. I could stab people who break locks with it. Very thoughtful, indeed.

Blankly stares momentarily before a frown pulls at her bow-shaped mouth. Why on earth would I be saying that anyway? You're not that fabulous... Narrows her eyes and sticks out her tongue; childish. Yep.

There were a lot of ways she could respond to that; get embarrassed, frustrated, angry. All were worthy. Nope. Even as her cheeks flushed red; the door was completely forgotten. There was no hope for it anyway because it would just end up broken again; so the only thing that stood out for her. Ha.

John wasn't lying when he said it would probably be Livia getting into trouble in the States. It seemed whenever the young Slayer traveled to North America, something happened. Hell, not like she hadn't run into trouble in Paris in the past. Anyways.

"Wish you had come back sooner..." Livia laughed quietly. "I just had the Impala shipped here. Looks like I'll need to ship it back." Her eyes lit up as she remembered John's skills. She had planned on having Sam wrench on it but after realisation set it regarding the car's size versus the narrow roads of center Paris, there was no point in the car being there. "There's something wrong with it and I can't figure it out...but you can!"

"Probably difficult..." Livia moved so that she could sit with her back against the headboard of the bed. While there were forests in France, there really wasn't dense forest near Paris. At least, not that she was aware of. "You'd probably have to go closer to the France-Germany border. Besides, if the Den was reopened in the States, those from our family would always have a safe place to stay if in need."

Picking at a piece of lint that was stuck to her flannel monkey pants, Livia looked up to the see the bottle of Jack that John held. While normally she wouldn't hesitate to imbibe in the Tennessee whiskey, it had been quite a while since she drank this early in the day. She took the bottle regardless, unscrewed the cap and sat up.

"So, are you going to reopen the Den?" Livia took a long draught from the bottle as pale pools turned to gaze at John. She had a feeling he might but that would probably mean he would be returning to the States to do so. Which meant he would not be so near. "I mean, it's still there and such..."

She laughed momentarily until she realised what John was saying. Head canted, smile fading to a mild look of confusion, the Slayer looked down at the blankets that covered John and then back to the man.

"Oh...erm...I thought that you slept with a gun." Cerulean hues surreptitiously studied the room when a noise from the hall caught her attention. Adara. "Morning Addie!" Livia slipped to lounge next to the Lycan. "So, um, any beers left?"

She was afraid to ask where the body was. There was no yard after all. Maybe she needed to check the flower boxes.

After her morning run and returning home, Addie was moving quietly towards her own room before the voices caught her attention and mossy orbs stared through the open door of his room at her two house mates. A single brow arched and she just kept walking; slowly developing a complex.

She knocked lightly before entering John's room, steps quiet almost silent on the white wood floors. They were still clean, so that was a plus...John always did clean up after himself. Hesitant to wake him, but over joyed he was there, Livia tackled the large man in his bed. With a large grin, bright eyes excited, she whispered hurriedly.

"John! I think I found you a cheerleader!" She held the picture up of the young woman flexing. "Daphne!"

It had taken longer than she expected...finding a cheerleader in Paris was impossible...so Livia resorted to the next best thing. She found a co-ed with beautiful blonde hair, petite figure, at the Sorbonne. A foreign exchange student from the States. It would take weeks, maybe even months for anyone to notice she was missing. And being in her first year at the prestigious school, Livia was fairly certain none of the girl's friends would have the young woman's contact information. More than likely, her teachers would think she caved due to pressure and left. Her parents would probably think she ran off to live the life in Europe. Isn't that every girls' dream?

Getting her home was easy enough but the stairs posed a slight problem. Calling for Adara's help, as reluctant as the wolfess was to assist, the girls managed to drag the package to John's room, depositing it on the bed before sedating the young woman and leaving a six pack of beer on the nightstand. After all, as long as he was fed, the two females would remain safe in the shared home. Right? One would think...

As Livia closed the door, she scribbled a note on a scrap piece of paper and pinned it to the rosewood frame.

Slipping her smaller hand from his, fingers moved to tuck into the back pockets of her jeans and she rocked back on her heels to study the giant. ”Who wouldn’t know the famous, John Doe…your legend and activities proceed you.” Dimples flashed as a single mossy orb was covered, a cheeky wink before slowly backing away. No way was she turning her back on this one. ”I imagine being in close quarters, I’ll be seeing you. Not that you’re hard to miss even at a distance. I have a locksmith to see about some…locks.”

A squeak escaped a mouth that stood agape; she wasn’t exactly sure if he was kidding or not, but knowing Livia and how much her friends mean to her, the likelihood of him telling the truth was greater than not. Addie was just going to have to invest in multiple locks on her bedroom door and a very large tranquilizer gun. A smiled pulled across a heart-shaped visage and she extended her hand; if they were going to be staying near one another, she was going to have to learn how to be nice.

”Stumbling into my room would be quite difficult when I don’t live within the walls of the crew; I live with Livia…” Addie fought the urge to stick out her tongue until she realized exactly what she had said; now she was going to need a tall glass of water to swallow her foot. ”And now, I’ll have to move. Exactly how are you and Livia friends?”

"I think it will be a lovely night indeed." She tossed John a set of keys to the club. "I'll meet you there. I just need to make a few stops." Another hug, a kiss to his cheek and she was off to run some very important errands. "See you there in about an hour..."

She could do nothing but smile. When he had left Livia was devastated and had been quite unfriendly to many. But John was someone dear to her heart, someone who she thought she had lost, forever. And yet, he was here now, not just in her dreams of days past.

"Ok...just, don't ever disappear like that again." A scowl overtook scarred visage for a moment before another bright smile found its way to the surface. "I have beer and Jack in the club...and girls. It's um, a 'gentlemen's club'. Drinks are on me if you are interested?"

"You're absolutely correct..." the young woman laughed. "Silly me. Must be all the her-" she paused suddenly,"...shey's kisses." She still needed to get him a gift. Maybe...just maybe...a local college or high school had what she was looking for. "So...WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

Addie was supposed to be greeting a new member; an old friend of Livia’s but all she could do was stare at the rather large man. She wasn’t small in stature by no means; but he was at least half a foot taller and that alone stopped the niceties of a welcome from pouring out of her mouth.

Cerulean hues wide, Livia stared at the man that resembled her most trusted friend. But was it really him? It had to be. Long strides carried the young woman quickly towards the Lycan she once knew and without any words, wrapped her arms around the giant.